Enter Lucy.
LUCY
Miss, miss, your father has taken his hat, and is slept out, and Mr.
Davenport is on the stairs; and I came to tell you—
MARIAN
Alas! who let him in?
Enter Davenport.
DAVENPORT
My dearest girl—
MARIAN
My father will kill me, if he finds you have been here!
DAVENPORT There is no time for explanations. I have positive information that your father means, in less than a week, to dispose of you to that ugly Saunders. The wretch has bragged of it to his acquaintance, and already calls you his.
MARIAN
O heavens!
DAVENPORT Your resolution must be summary, as the time which calls for it. Mine or his you must be, without delay. There is no safety for you under this roof.
MARIAN
My father—